J.A McManus Poems
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire
Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.
They wander through the dark, abandoned streets
Their faces cloaked from the misery they spread
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers.
You almost feel sorry for the poor little bastards
Afraid of whatever they don’t or can’t understand
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire.
So vainly and cheaply they love, then toss it aside
Kicking at the bars of society like babies in a ...
As the centuries pass by
Ages always come and go
But time travels far too fast
For the race of man to grow.
He becomes so obsessed in
His pursuit for god-like power
The stars watch his sad refrain
From their tall twilight tower.